Drink Me

My best friend is struggling with an addiction. He's using all his willpower to not return to using drugs and alcohol as a coping mechanism. I don't know how to talk to him about it, but I wrote for him.

Hold me closer, every moment

Until you let me go.

Your thoughts become distant,

Your heart grows cold.

And you want to let me go.

But I can't leave you here alone.

Tell me, does it hurt to fall apart?

Tell me, does it hurt to land?

Tell me, does it hurt, does it hurt?

The bottle grows larger

With every swallow,

And I'll grow smaller

With every glass.

The bottle grows larger

With every swallow

And soon you can't see me,

Soon you won't need me anymore.

I hold you closer, every time

You reach out for that bottle.

It's calling out to you,

Drink me, need me,

long for me.

I can hear it, too.

Tell me, does it hurt to fall apart?

Tell me, does it hurt to land?

Tell me, does it hurt, does it hurt?

The bottle grows larger

With every swallow,

And I'll grow smaller

With every glass.

The bottle grows larger

With every swallow

And soon you can't see me,

Soon you won't need me anymore.

I know it hurts, falling apart.

I'll be here, holding you together.

But I'll be there when you land,

We can fall together.

The bottle grows larger

With every swallow,

And I'll grow smaller

With every glass.

The bottle grows larger

With every swallow

And soon you can't see me,

Soon you won't need me anymore.

I'll grow smaller,

I'll grow smaller,

I'll grow smaller,

And soon you won't need me

anymore.

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